❝ i wasn’t born this morning. ❞ (whoever ur feelin most bb)
@madedefender // MATT MURDOCK // accepting !
“Okay, well, that’s not my fault. Maybe you should have been. I bet you being like a baby duck is super refreshing.” She’s rambling, she knows that, but it’s not her fault she’s sleep deprived, and she’d been heading home, and then some idiots tried to mug her, and so she turned them into toads for an hour, and -
Crossing her arms, she glares at her would-have-been savior, awfully pissy for someone who he reasonably would’ve thought needed help. “You’d make a horrible, nosy red duckling.”
Why couldn’t he just believe it was a magic trick or that he’d imagined it? Why was her life so messy?
Why couldn’t she just crawl into bed and sleep for ten years?
“Fine! It’s real magic, they’ll be fine in a little bit as long as they don’t get eaten by a stray dog or something, and you’re a stubborn jerk. Can I go home now, or do you wanna be a duckling?”